Harry Potter x Reader

Third Year - The Hogwarts Express

"She's quite stubborn, (Y/N) I mean."
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I have such a plot, I really cannot wait for you to get more shook than you did with Second Year!
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Harry's POV

Tom woke me the next morning with his usual toothless grin and a cup of tea. I got dressed and was just persuading a disgruntled Hedwig to get back into her cage when Ron banged his way into my room, pulling a sweatshirt over his head and looking irritable.

"The sooner we get on the train, the better," he said. "At least I can get away from Percy at Hogwarts. Now he's accusing me of dripping tea on his photo of Penelope Clearwater. You know," Ron grimaced, "his girlfriend. She's hidden her face under the frame because her nose has gone all blotchy."

"I've got something to tell you," Harry began, but they were interrupted by Fred and George, who had looked in to congratulate Ron on infuriating Percy again.

They headed down to breakfast, where Mr. Weasley was reading the front page of the Daily Prophet with a furrowed brow and Mrs Weasley was telling Hermione and Ginny about a love potion she'd made as a young girl. All three of them were rather giggly.

At that moment in time, (Y/N) had walked into the room, with (O/N) perched on her shoulder.

"What were you saying?" Ron asked Harry as they sat down.

"Later," I muttered, not taking my eyes off (Y/N). The next second, Percy stormed in.

I had no chance to speak to Ron or Hermione in the chaos of leaving; we were too busy heaving all our trunks down the Leaky Cauldron's narrow staircase and piling them up near the door, with Hedwig, (O/N) and Hermes, Percy's screech owl, perched on top in their cages. A small wickerwork basket stood beside the heap of trunks, spitting loudly.

"It's all right, Crookshanks," Hermione cooed through the wickerwork. "I'll let you out on the train."

"You won't," snapped Ron. "What about poor Scabbers, eh?"

He pointed at his chest, where a large lump indicated that Scabbers was curled up in his pocket.

Mr. Weasley, who had been outside waiting for the Ministry cars, stuck his head inside.

"They're here," he said. "Harry, come on."

Mr. Weasley marched me across the short stretch of pavement toward the first of two old-fashioned dark green cars, each of which was driven by a furtive-looking wizard wearing a suit of emerald velvet.

"In you get, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, glancing up and down the crowded street.

I got into the back of the car and was shortly joined by (Y/N), Hermione, Ron, and, to Ron's disgust, Percy.

The journey to King's Cross was very uneventful compared with my trip on the Knight Bus. The Ministry of Magic cars seemed almost ordinary. though I noticed that we could slide through gaps that Uncle Vernon's new company car certainly couldn't have managed. We reached King's Cross with twenty minutes to spare; the Ministry drivers found us trolleys, unloaded our trunks, touched their hats in salute to Mr. Weasley, and drove away, somehow managing to jump to the head of an unmoving line at the traffic lights.